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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 7, am flying through this story, I honestly thought by this point you guys would be lucky if you got an update every other week. Let's just hope I can keep this pace.
I am about to start uploading another story (a fem!Harry) but this story is already complete and only 6 chapters long, so it will not affect how quickly I am working on Erotes.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

Draco's week had not got off to the best of starts. While nothing specific had gone wrong, he had been unable to stop himself from worrying that his father was about to barge into the school and drag him home to meet You-Know-Who. He was so nervous that he had barely left Harry's side; that in itself wasn't so much a problem, given how much he loved being around Harry now, but people were noticing.
His reputation had already taken a serious blow since the start of his relationship with Harry and, while his closest friends had remained remarkably loyal, he was getting comments and snide remarks from many other students.
"What's with you this week, Draco?" Blaise asked with concern over dinner that Wednesday. He had seen the way that some of the students had been treating his friend, but it wasn't like Draco to let such comments bother him; he had been listening to people criticise him for simply being a Malfoy his whole life after all.
"I know..." Draco said, sighing as he rested his head in his hands. He wasn't sure what was happening to him exactly, but he felt all out of sorts, like someone had pulled the ground out from under his feet; he had never claimed to be brave, but he didn't like how anxious he was at the moment.
"You are clinging to Harry like some girly Hufflepuff," Blaise pointed out in a quiet voice, glancing around them to make sure that no-one else was listening.
"I... know..." Draco snarled through clenched teeth. He was so frustrated with himself but didn't seem to be able to snap out of it; even now he half wanted to go over to the Gryffindor table and tuck himself into Harry's side. He was quite certain that it was his Erote instincts, but that didn't make it feel any less humiliating.
"What has you so nervous?" Pansy asked Draco gently, giving Blaise a glare that told him to behave and placed a hand gently on Draco's back, carefully avoiding his wings. "Is this all about what your father said in that letter?" she asked.
Draco sighed again and nodded. "That and not knowing if my mother is safe; I guess Harry became my safe place." Draco pulled a face at that thought. "Damn, you're right, I am acting like some sappy Hufflepuff girl. Stupid submissive instincts," he grumbled under his breath.
"Didn't Dumbledore say that he and Professor Snape would make sure your mother was okay?" Blaise asked. He understood Draco's concerns about his mother, given how deep Lucius was in the Dark Lord's pocket, but from what he could tell the headmaster was a man of his word and so he thought Narcissa would probably be okay.
"Actually he said he would speak to Professor Snape about getting a message to my mother," Draco clarified. He was still unsure about what the potions master would be able to do to help, but he had no choice but to trust Snape; this was something he found very difficult to do as he really didn't like having to trust others. "But I suppose the implication was that he would make sure she was safe," he conceded.
"Quite," Pansy said with a nod of approval. "And do you honestly think that Harry, the professors, me or Blaise would let your father take you anywhere?" she asked, her tone somewhat patronising, as she gave Draco a look of exasperation. She missed her strong, arrogant friend and was determined to help him find that confidence in himself again, no matter what how his instincts were pushing him to behave.
"Yes, thank you," Draco said dryly, a small frown on his face. "I am painfully aware that I am behaving like a foolish idiot, but I just can't help it," he admitted. "It's just instinct."
"Well I guess it is only natural for you to look for support from Potter," Blaise told him, somewhat mockingly, "given that you're in love with him." A grin spread across his face as he watched Draco struggle to find the words for a moment; he could see Pansy hiding her own amusement behind the back of her hand.
"What....? I am not..." Draco managed to protest a few seconds later, as he stared at his friend in shock. 'Surely I'm not,' he thought to himself. "It has been less than a month..." he tried to argue but images of Harry kissing him, of Harry smiling at him were popping up in his mind, making him second-guess his own thoughts. He thought of Harry's words the day he had gotten the letter from his father: 'It will be okay, trust me'.
Draco had trusted him implicitly at once, and still did so; it came as quite a shock to realise that it hadn't occurred to him not to. He let his eyes scan the table across the room, quickly finding Harry sitting with his back towards him, facing best friends. He knew that he cared about Harry and he was definitely, surprisingly, happy with him, but love him? Draco felt that it just had to be too soon for that. "Of course I'm not..." he said, hoping he sounded more sure than he felt. "Don't be daft."
"Okay, Draco. If you say so," Blaise said, a smug and knowing smirk on his face. "But just so you know, that might have been more convincing if you weren't staring longingly at him across the room."
Draco turned to Blaise with a grin. "Just because my boyfriend happens to have the hottest arse in the school, doesn't mean I am in Love," he stated confidently turning his attention to his dinner, and Pansy chuckled from where she was sat on his other side.
"Whatever you say Draco," Blaise muttered back disbelievingly, returning his attention back to his own meal. "Whatever you say."
-#-
"Draco," a familiar voice called out as they were heading back towards the Slytherin common room.
Draco turned slowly, Pansy and Blaise sticking close to either side of him. His fellow Slytherin, Gregory Goyle, was standing there glaring at the three of them, with Vincent Crabbe at his side, arms crossed over his chest and looking equally annoyed.
"What do you want, Greg, Vince?" Draco asked, making it sound like even talking to them was a chore.
"You've been avoiding us," Goyle stated simply, his gaze fixed of the three Slytherins stood before him. None of them denied his accusation; it had been difficult to know who to trust since everything had changed, and Greg and Vince had hardly been at the top of Draco's list of priorities.
"Or is it just that you are too busy bending over for Gryffindor's golden boy?" Crabbe asked, a sneer on his face. They had spent most of their lives hearing remarks about Gryffindors, and the last five-and-a-bit years listening to how much Draco hated Harry Potter; they really didn't understand how things could have changed so dramatically.
"Aww, Vince, are you jealous?" Draco asked, a smirk on his lips and he heard Blaise chuckling behind him. Honestly he felt nervous, and was resisting the strong urge he felt to go to Harry, to let the Gryffindor protect him and their child, but he ignored his instincts and held his head high, looking confident and self-assured.
"You might want to consider playing nice, Draco," Goyle said, as Crabbe growled at Draco through gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his sides. "I bet the only reason your parents aren't already dead is because no-one wants to be the one to tell the Dark Lord about your change of heart." he added, looking rather pleased with himself as he narrowed his eyes at his three fellow Slytherins.
"Was that supposed to be a threat?" Draco asked, looking mildly surprised. "You don't actually expect me to believe that the two of you would actually dare to speak to Him about me, or whatever I might choose to do with my life," he added, chuckling to himself a little as he shook his head.
"We will if you leave us no choice," Crabbe said with a smirk. "We're not stupid, we know you are all traitors," he added, looking pleased at having worked this out for himself.
"Smug really doesn't suit you, Vince," Pansy said, sighing as she shook her head. "And besides," she went on, as she stepped past Draco and approached Crabbe and Goyle, "if you really wanted to cause trouble for Draco, then why are you taking the time to warn us in advance?"
Crabbe and Goyle stared at her, the Slytherin girl smiling at them patiently as the two boys took a moment to look to each other as they thought it over.
"You are allowed to say that you just missed your friend," Blaise commented from where he remained at Draco's side, realising that Pansy was right, and feeling rather stupid for not realising it for himself.
Crabbe's face twisted into a frown as he glanced at Blaise and Draco, before looking back to Pansy; Goyle was watching her intensely, though with slight apprehension. It didn't seem like she, or Blaise and Draco, were particularly upset or bothered by the things they had said, but that didn't mean she wasn't a threat to them. Pansy could be very dangerous when she wanted to be.
"Don't worry so much, boys," Pansy said, a little patronisingly, as she reached up and patted Goyle on the cheek. "I'm sure we could spare a little time for the two of you." She turned to grin at Draco and Blaise but as she turned back to Crabbe and Goyle her eyes narrowed. "If you even think about causing trouble for Draco or Harry," she warned, dropping her voice to a whisper so that Blaise and Draco wouldn't be able to hear, "there will be hell to pay."
Crabbe and Goyle nodded almost imperceptibly at her, and she smirked at them almost proudly.
"Is that really what this is about?" Draco asked, looking a little surprised and somewhat sceptical as he stepped towards them. He could see how Pansy had reached such a conclusion and it made sense, but it just seemed strange to him. He hadn't thought that either Crabbe or Goyle actually cared about him or their friendships with him much at all. "You missed spending time with us?"
Goyle shrugged and it was Crabbe who answered. "Yeah, homework takes us ten times longer without your assistance," he admitted.
Blaise laughed and Draco shook his head in amusement. "You two are such idiots," he said fondly. "You could still have asked for my help. I understand that things have changed somewhat, and that I have been busier but you haven't tried to speak with me all those times I was sitting in the common room doing my homework," he pointed out.
"So we can join you?" Goyle asked as if waiting for Draco to retract his offer.
"Yes, Greg, you can join us," Draco said with a slightly exasperated sigh. "We are actually on our way to the library now to study. Are you coming?" he asked with a smirk, a little surprised at how pleased he felt to have his other two friends back.
-#-
Harry looked up as he heard Draco's voice from across the Library and spotted his boyfriend walking in, with what looked to be a full Slytherin entourage. Apparently whatever had been keeping Draco's former bodyguard-like friends away had been resolved.
"Hi," Draco greeted happily as the group of Slytherins came over to where Harry was sat with Ron and Hermione, and the blond leaned in to press a quick kiss to Harry's lips.
"Do you have to do that?" Ron asked without looking up from the parchment he was writing on.
"You aren't even looking at us," Harry pointed out as he rolled his eyes; he knew that Ron wasn't really comfortable with his and Draco's relationship but the fact that the red-head wasn't making any real fuss over it meant a lot to him; it certainly meant enough that he wasn't going to take light-hearted digs like this one to heart.
"I can still hear what you are doing though," Ron said, his nose scrunching up in distaste, the embarrassed flush colouring his face even to the tops of his ears. He continued to keep his eyes on the piece of homework he was doing, however, knowing that if he could get it finished then Hermione would look it over for him.
Harry laughed lightly and pulled Draco onto his lap, ignoring the indignant huff that the blond gave as a half-hearted protest; there was something about having his boyfriend close that just made him feel much more at ease. "I see you have gained a couple more Slytherins since dinner," he whispered into Draco's ear as all four other Slytherins took seats around them.
Draco chuckled and rested his head on Harry's shoulder so that he could whisper back. "Apparently they missed me," he told the Gryffindor, a definite smugness to his words.
Harry laughed again. "I can understand that," he admitted, a smirk on his face as he held Draco close, "I missed you too."
"You were snogging me senseless a couple of hours ago, prat," Draco said, sitting more upright and giving Harry a shove to his shoulder.
"Oh yeah," Harry conceded, pressing teasing kisses to Draco's jaw, "so I was." He had never really had a relationship with anyone else, had never felt particularly inclined to start one, but now that he had Draco, he couldn't get enough of him.
"Mr Potter! Mr Malfoy!," the librarian called out indignantly as she headed towards their table, causing everyone in the room turn to look at them. The two sixth years looked a little flustered at the interruption, their friends around chuckling in amusement as the two of them turned their wide-eyed attention to the approaching woman. "This library is for studying not for your amorous encounters," Madam Pince told them firmly.
"Sorry!" Harry and Draco both apologised quickly, as the blond climbed off Harry's lap and sat down in a chair at his side. Around them their friends were sharing very amused looks and trying to smother their laughs in their hands.
On Draco's other side was Crabbe, who was looking rather amused at the others but generally very pleased to have his friend back; across from them was Goyle, who was actually smiling at him.
'Okay, so I might have missed them too,' Draco thought to himself.
-#-
It turned out that simply having four other students following you around did pretty good things for your standing, at least in Slytherin house. It had certainly helped his mood too, as things felt more normal to him again now; he was also starting to realise, when he paid attention to those students who weren't in Slytherin, that most of the students seemed to see his relationship with Harry as a status symbol.
While he had been getting comments from his housemates, apparently, according to Crabbe and Goyle, even the other Slytherins were slightly wary of him; it seemed that they didn't want to face the wrath of Gryffindor's most famous three students by creating problems for Draco, Pansy or Blaise.
"You seem happier since Crabbe and Goyle started hanging around," Harry commented to Draco as they sat curled up on their sofa that Friday evening. "I was worried about you at the beginning of the week, you didn't seem like yourself," he pointed out, leaving the unanswered question hanging there, letting Draco choose whether or not he wanted to discuss it.
"I guess it was all just getting a bit much," Draco admitted quietly with a sigh, cuddling a little closer to Harry; the admission making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable. "I was feeling so anxious about everything."
"But you are feeling better now?" Harry asked; he had noticed the difference in Draco the last few days, but he wasn't sure what had caused it.
"Yes," Draco said, turning to smile up at Harry. "I spoke with Professor Snape earlier, apparently he got a message to my mother," he said; he had meant to mention it to Harry before but had got distracted by an intense snogging session when they had returned to their rooms. "She is going to visit Paris for a while or something."
"That's good," Harry said before pressing a kiss to the blond's temple. He was certainly glad that Draco had one less thing to be worrying and stressing about at least; it didn't solve all their problems but it certainly helped simplify matters.
"Plus my reputation as top Slytherin is far more intact than I thought, according to Crabbe and Goyle," Draco told him, smiling happily. "Apparently bending over for Gryffindor's golden boy, as they put it," he said, scrunching his nose to show just what he thought of that phrasing, "just means that the other Slytherins are too nervous about upsetting you to give me any trouble."
"And all that without having to torture any first years, I am so proud of you," Harry teased, but in truth he was actually rather glad that he hadn't been given any reason to think that Draco had been bullying anyone again since that time in the Great Hall.
"Though," Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest as scowling, "why is it everyone is assuming that you are fucking me?" he asked, as his frown turned into a pout. "Quite an assumption," he added a little huffily, "maybe it is you who is giving it up. How would they know?"
Harry laughed loudly, mostly at how indignant Draco looked; it really was rather adorable. "I am guessing it is because I have been acting more dominant in public," Harry suggested. "But you are quite right, they shouldn't assume such things," he said, realising that he wasn't actually making such assumptions about their private life either. "Besides," he went on, smirking as he leaned down to nibble at Draco's jaw, "I assume I don't need to remind you but at the moment neither of us is having sex with the other."
Draco snorted slightly in amusement, leaning into his boyfriend's attentions. Things were good between them, they were understanding each other better all the time, but that didn't mean they were ready for that step in their relationship, and Draco was glad that Harry wasn't pushing for things to move any quicker than they were.
"And I am sure when we get to that," Harry went on, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple as he relaxed back on the sofa, "you will be quite capable of giving as good as you're getting," he said, finishing with a wink.
Draco stared at him in shock; it seemed that he had been making a few assumptions of his own, because he had not been expecting for Harry to say or imply such a thing. "You mean that?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course," Harry said, looking at Draco with surprise. "Did you really think I was going to expect you lie back and take it, so to speak? No, you might be the one who will carry our children but that doesn't we can't be flexible about these things," Harry explained with a soft smile.
Draco threw his arms around Harry's neck. "Thank you; just, thank you," he whispered; he hadn't even realised that he felt trapped by the roles their biology had dictated to them, and the knowledge that Harry had no intention of letting those instincts rule over their lives and choices was comforting to him in a way that he hadn't known he needed.
After a few moments, Harry managed to recover from the shock of the blonde's enthusiastic gratitude and hugged Draco back. He hadn't thought that his boyfriend would want or need such reassurances, thought that it was obvious that he wouldn't insist that Draco was solely submissive to him at all times, but it seemed he was mistaken; clearly, they both still had much to learn about each other.
-#-
Draco had spent most of Saturday morning working on homework in the Slytherin common room with Pansy and Blaise, and had been pleased when Vince and Greg had joined them not long after they had started. However, by lunch time, Draco's stomach wouldn't stop rumbling loudly in demand of food and he, Pansy and Blaise left Crabbe and Goyle to finish off their transfiguration work and headed in the direction of the Great Hall.
They had almost reached the large doors of the Great Hall when Pansy's hand gripped his arm tightly, and he turned to look at her in question. "Draco," she hissed urgently under her breath, gesturing across the Entrance Hall to where the tall and intimidating figure of Lucius Malfoy walking through the school doors.
Draco felt his blood run cold, the sight of his father rooting him to the spot; he had known that this day was coming, that Lucius would not tolerate his silence, the lack of communication, for long. He wished now that he had stuck with Harry today, that they had discussed what to do, that they had some kind of plan in place, but he just felt vulnerable and it took a lot to keep him from wrapping his arms around his flat belly.
"Blaise, get Harry; now!" Pansy instructed under her breath. Blaise didn't need to be told twice, and he ran off up the stairs, taking them two at a time, the crowds of students moving out of his way lest they be ploughed to the ground in his urgency.
Draco felt frozen to the spot as his father approached them and he found himself cursing the absence of Crabbe and Goyle at his side at that moment, though he was thankful for Pansy's presence. He made a conscious effort to fold his wings back, making them as small as possible behind his back, such that they were almost completely hidden. He thought that it was unlikely that he could keep the truth from his father for long, but he wasn't going to make it easy for the man.
"Draco, we are going to walk in the grounds," the older Malfoy instructed when he stopped a few metres from his son, glaring at a few students who had gathered around them into leaving. Pansy, however, did not move, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly as she stared at Lucius coolly.
"No, Father, we are not," Draco responded, glad when his voice had not trembled at all. He subtly took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite how much he was shaking; his only comforts being Pansy's presence at his side and the knowledge that Harry would be there soon. "I am going to breakfast and you are leaving," Draco stated confidently, keen to put some distance between himself and his father.
Lucius already seemed to be having trouble controlling his temper and that made Draco even more nervous; Lucius' anger rarely ended well for anyone, and the man was not used to Draco defying him. "I am your Father!" Lucius snapped impatiently. "You will do as you are told."
"No! I will not," Draco informed him, meeting his eyes and trying to radiate a confidence he didn't feel. "And I cannot do what you have asked of me, so I think it would be best if you just left," he told his father firmly and, wanting to get away from the man and the scene they were causing, turned to go into the Great Hall for breakfast; though his stomach was churning to badly for him to actually had any appetite at the moment.
However, Draco had forgotten that this would give his father a very clear view of the tightly folded purple wings on his back and didn't realise this until he heard his father's sudden shocked gasp. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath.
"What, in the name of Merlin, have you done to yourself?!" Lucius demanded to know; his voice was right up close to Draco's ear, having closed the distance between them in a shockingly short amount of time. Lucius reached around his son and took a firm grip on the teenager's neck and chin, pulling Draco back against his chest. "What are you?" he asked, a mixture of curiosity and disgust in his voice.
"Get... off... me..." Draco managed to snarl, despite his Father's grip on his jaw; Draco was scratching and pulling at his father's hand and his wings were pushing against the taller man. He caught Pansy's eye and was about to plead with her for help when her gaze shifted up the nearby Stairway.
"You are REALLY...," Harry snarled out as he landed a few feet away from the two Malfoys, "...going to want to let him go RIGHT NOW!"
Lucius spun quickly, his son still held against his chest, to face Harry. Draco felt relief flood his body, as he took in the sight of his enraged boyfriend, the green of Harry's wings making his green eyes seem to flash even more dangerously. There was no doubt that Harry was angry; he had both his wings and wand out, having jumped and glided down from at least three floors up.
"I see my son is not the one to have undergone some... changes, as of late," the elder Malfoy sneered with disgust as he looked the Gryffindor over. "This is, however, none of your concern, Mr Potter. I will take my son and leave," he said, dragging Draco backwards a few paces towards the doors out of the castle.
"You will not!" Harry raged, the idea that someone would even try to take Draco and their child from him making his instincts burn and his wings spread out behind him. "And this is most definitely my concern," he stated, his eyes narrowed as he stalked forward, closing the distance between him and the Malfoys, his large wings shifting slightly with each deep breath he took.
"Harry..." Draco managed to breath out, the name a small instinctive plea that he could no longer hold back in the face of Harry's dominance.
"STOP!" Lucius called out, part panic, part anger, and Harry froze in his tracks, glaring at him. "I see..." the senior Malfoy commented, looking between his son and Harry calculatingly, "so things have changed between you two." He ran a finger over Draco's cheek in mock affection, making the blond boy flinch at the action. "How can you shame your family like this, Draco?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on Harry as he spoke. "Lying with another man and Harry Potter at that." He shook his head and tutted in disappointment.
On the surface, Lucius seemed to have regained his calm; Harry, however, could still see the currents of anger were flowing fiercely behind the man's eyes, the hint of madness that made him wary. "Are you sure you want to come any closer while my hand is around his neck, Mr Potter?" Lucius asked, challenge in his voice.
By this point there was a growing crowd of students who had gathered around them, despite Pansy's attempts to get them to leave and Harry noticed that part way up the stairs Dumbledore and Snape were making their way through the crowds. Harry threw the Headmaster the quickest of looks, hoping he would get the message to stay out of this.
Lucius, however, seemed to notice the glance and followed it with his own eyes, growling slightly at the sight of the two Professors. It was the distracted Draco needed, and the blond took advantage of the moment and tried to force his wings open suddenly with all the strength he could manage; his wings would never have the power of Harry's, simply due to their smaller size and the action failed to dislodge his Father but only because Lucius had used one hand to take a firm grip on the top of a wing.
Harry only had a tiny moment to take in the victorious and smug but determined expression on Draco's face before Lucius released his grip on the purple wing and fell to his knees with a gasp, as though he had been holding his breath for several minutes. Free from his father's hold, Draco was almost falling over himself to throw himself into Harry's arms, his instincts pushing to get both himself and their unborn child to safety.
"What did you do?" Harry asked as he held Draco tightly against his chest, trying to calm his racing heart; however, his eyes and wand were still fixed on the blond man kneeling on the floor. Draco actually chuckled as he whispered to his boyfriend what he had done; Harry, however, was not so subtle and burst out into raucous laughter.
Dumbledore and Snape quickly appeared at Harry's side now that the threat seemed to have somehow been stopped, though they were both watching Lucius cautiously, not at all sure what had just happened.
Lucius looked up and held out his hand "Severus... please," he said, his voice breathy and pleading.
Snape just stared at him in confusion, before turning to the two chuckling teenagers who were clinging to each other next to him. "What did you do?" he demanded of Draco, with a sinking feeling in his gut; he did, after all, know full well what the young blond was capable of now.
"I might have made him fall in love," Draco mumbled, burying his against Harry's chest and refusing to look at the potions master.
"Severus..." Lucius said, and was actually crawling across the floor of the Entrance Hall towards the potions master now.
"With me..?!" Snape exclaimed, his eyes going wide as he turned to look at Lucius for a moment, before narrowing his eyes at Draco again. "Are you completely demented, child?" he asked, sighing as he ran a hand over his face in exasperation, trying to work out how his life had come to this.
Dumbledore was now chuckling too, from where he was stood on Snape's other side. "He really does seem quite taken with you, Severus," he commented calmly, a soft amused smile on his lips.
"Please tell me this is at least temporary..." Snape requested, his voice deep and his brow furrowed into a scowl of annoyance. He was actively not looking at the man who was quietly pleading for his attention.
"Honestly..." Draco said with a nervous chuckle as he finally turned to look at the potions master, "I am not completely sure. I have never actually done that before and I was angry and scared," he tried to explain truthfully. "He was making snide remarks about my sexuality and my relationship with Harry, and it reminded me... I remembered the way you used to look at him sometimes," he said, looking a little bashful at this. "So I just willed it to happen and..." Draco paused, gesturing to the mess his father was in and giving Snape an apologetic look. "I might have been a bit too forceful though..."
"And what exactly do you think your mother will think of all this?" Snape ask Draco sternly, ignoring the comment about his feelings towards Lucius; he had long ago accepted that they would be unrequited.
"Honestly, Sir, I imagine she will be delighted that she won't have anyone keeping her from spending time with Adrien, in Paris," Draco answered with a grin, causing Harry to chuckle deeply and hold onto him just a little tighter.
"Cheeky brat," Snape muttered, even though he was quite sure that Draco was entirely correct in his assumption.
"I can't help but notice you don't seem terribly upset by this turn of events, sir," Harry commented to the potions master with a smirk on his face. Snape might not have acknowledged Draco's insinuation that he had feelings for Lucius, but Harry hadn't missed that he hadn't denied it either.
"You would be wise to be silent on such matters, Mr Potter," Snape told him with the best glare he could manage. He was struggling to get his head around what Draco had done, and Harry's comments were doing nothing to help him straighten out his thoughts.
"Yes, sir; as you wish, sir," Harry said, and he was smiling as he nodded his head in acquiescence.
"Severus, perhaps it would be best if we moved Mr Malfoy elsewhere just in case Draco's influence is to wear off," Dumbledore suggested, as he watched Lucius with fascination. "Your rooms perhaps," he added, as he turned to the potions master with a playful smile.
Snape sighed with defeat, feeling rather ganged-up on at that moment. "Very well, Headmaster," he conceded as he helped Lucius to his feet and, with the older blond clinging tightly to his side, Snape headed towards the dungeons with Dumbledore in tow.
"Do you think that it is wise to rely on Lucius' new found love of Snape to keep your father in the castle and in line?" Harry asked once the three men were out of sight. He was frowning slightly in concern as he put an arm over Draco's shoulders and tucked his boyfriend into his side, his wings curling around them protectively.
"I think that Snape and Dumbledore have probably been doing this long enough, to work that out for themselves," Draco pointed out, looking up into Harry's eyes, the crowd of students starting to disperse and head into the Great Hall. "I think it is likely that they will have other ways of binding him to the castle to prevent him leaving," he said confidently, trusting Snape to handle it. "Lunch?" he suggested, as his stomach rumbled.
"Sure," Harry agreed, with a smile. "But you are sitting with me," he added, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple as he pulled in his wings and led them in the direction of the Great Hall, "I am not quite ready to let you be on the other side of a room just yet."
"Possessive bastard," Draco said with a chuckle; though he was truthfully rather glad that Harry had been the one to suggest they stay close for the moment.
"Absolutely!" Harry exclaimed with a grin. "Have you seen yourself?" he asked, letting his gaze pointedly trail over Draco. "Anyone might want to steal you from me," Harry told him with a wink, making Draco laugh again.
-#-
"So what the hell was that all about?" Ron asked rather bluntly later that evening.
Pansy, Blaise, Vince, Greg, Hermione and Ron were all sitting around in the living area of Harry and Draco's room, looking at the young couple and waiting expectantly for answers about what had happened at lunch time. It was rather cramped with them all in the small room and Harry smiled at the thought that if they were all going to spend time here together they would probably have to acquire some more seating.
"Well," Draco said, not really sure where to start, "to put it simply, my father is not happy that I am refusing to follow the orders You-Know-Who has told him to give me. This was his last ditch attempt to bring me into line, I suppose," he told them with a shrug of his shoulders, trying for dismissive, not wanting to make a thing out of it.
"What did he want you to do?" Hermione asked curiously, the one question that Draco really hadn't wanted to hear. He opened his mouth, but shut it again, not finding the words; it had been hard enough to tell Harry the truth about this.
"That's not really important," Harry interrupted, because Draco could say anything more. "What matters is that Lucius isn't a threat anymore," he told them as he pulled Draco closer to his side; he could practically feel his boyfriend radiating relief at not having to explain further.
"Yeah, what exactly did you do to Lucius, Draco?" Blaise asked. He had watched the scene unfold from part way up the stairs, having come back down after he had found Harry; though, without wings, he had had to stick to the slightly slower method known as walking.
Harry and Draco shared an amused expression, having been laughing on and off all afternoon at the knowledge of what Draco had done. "I made him fall in love with Professor Snape," the blond told their friends unrepentantly.
"WHAT?!?" The other occupants of the room all exclaimed in surprise. Perhaps they shouldn't have been so shocked given that they knew what Draco's wings could do, but it was just such a ridiculous concept that it was going to take a few moments to get their heads around it.
Crabbe and Goyle had been filled in on all the details about Erotes, their abilities and even Draco's pregnancy. Thankfully they had been too nervous about pissing off the blonde and too glad to be friends with him again, to make any of the comments that had come to mind. Draco had made them take an oath to keep his and Harry's secret until such a time at which they would be given permission to speak of it. He was glad to have them as friends again and happy to have others who knew his secret but he wasn't ready to trust them completely just yet; he hoped that the threat of terrible boils would be enough to keep them as loyal as Hufflepuffs.
"I am fairly confident that Professor Snape always had a thing about my father and I can't help but think that my father always protested about homosexual relationships just a little bit too much..." Draco said with shrug, letting his voice trail off with the implication. "It probably is only a temporary thing anyway, but it was the first thing that came to mind."
"That is brilliant," Ron declared, seemingly finding it hilarious. "Though I don't know why you look quite so amused, Harry; Draco might have just made Snape into your future father-in-law."
Harry blanched, "I didn't think of that." he admitted and even Crabbe and Goyle couldn't help but laugh at the horrified expression he was wearing.
"So now your father is too busy fawning after Snape to worry about anything else?" Hermione asked, looking sceptical. It was rather ingenious if it really had worked, and she wondered exactly how long such an effect might last.
"Well, at the moment at least," Draco confirmed, nodding his head. "Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore are putting him in a secure location."
"At least this way he can't go back to Voldemort and can't hurt anyone else," Harry said, looking at Draco with pride; though it was almost too good to be true that they had managed to subdue Lucius with so little trouble and he found himself anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Isn't your ability to affect emotions supposed to last only a few moments?" Pansy asked curiously, keen to know more; she knew many of the legends that had been told about Erotes but those had never been heavy on the details. "Like when Harry made me kiss Blaise," she clarified, remembering how quickly those lustful feelings had broken.
"Wait... what?" Vince asked; he and Greg were looking both confused, and a little sorry to have missed such a thing.
"Draco persuaded Pansy to touch Harry's wing," Blaise explained, not really wanting to dwell over that particular memory too much. "And Harry used his influence to make her lust after me," he told them, not sounding at all impressed by this, even now. Harry was grinning with not even a shred of remorse for what he had done.
"It wore off within a few seconds of me letting go of his wing though," Pansy told them, wanting to get the conversation back on track and hopefully get her question answered.
"I think I might have been a little forceful about it," Draco explained with a shrug. The exact details on how their abilities worked were not entirely clear; he thought that he should probably make some time to read a few more of the books that Hermione had brought to their room and which were now stacked on one of their bookcases. "I am sure it will wear off, it will just take a bit longer..."
"We don't really know for sure though; this was the first time Draco had tried to do that to anyone," Harry pointed out. "Maybe his ability is longer-lasting than mine. It makes sense to me that love would naturally be longer-lasting than lust anyway."
"And if you're right about Professor Snape and Mr Malfoy already having feelings for each other, then who knows what effect that might have," Hermione pointed out. "Because I assume that there is no existing attraction between Pansy and Blaise," she commented and the two Slytherins promptly shook their heads in agreement.
"I guess we will just have to wait and see," Blaise said with a smile, which slowly twisted into a smirk. "Maybe if Professor Snape actually gets laid he will be in a better mood."
Draco flung his hands over his ears and the others all looked a mixture of disgusted and amused. "That is my father you are talking about, Blaise!" the blond exclaimed, making their friends laugh. "Please don't ever say anything like that again," Draco said, looking a little traumatised.
Blaise however just shrugged unapologetically. "You kind of brought this upon yourself."
"Bringing them together and you talking about them doing... that..." Draco said as he shook his head and looked slightly ill, "... are two different matters altogether."
"And that is why I don't like you two getting all lovey-dovey around me," Ron told them smugly, though he quickly blanched when Harry smirked and stole a brief kiss from Draco.
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"Professor Snape," Draco called out the next day, as he hurried after the potions master down one of the dungeon corridors. Snape turned to watch as the younger Malfoy jogged down the corridor towards him. "I just wanted to ask how my father was," Draco told him.
"He is fine," Snape told the teenager a little bluntly, not really wanting to discuss this. However, Draco continued to look at him expectantly. "We have provided him with a room in my quarters which he is unable to leave," Snape added. "Though he seems to have little inclination to do so, other than to follow me around." Snape seemed to be trying his very best not to be amused by this particular detail.
"So it hasn't worn off yet?" Draco asked, as the two of them started walking down the corridor again; he did look slightly bashful about this.
"No, it has not," Snape told him. "Your father seems every bit as infatuated with me as he was yesterday." At this there was no hiding the smirk that crept onto the professor's face.
"Guess I was a little too forceful about it," Draco said, giving a short nervous laugh.
"So it would seem," Snape said with a nod of agreement. "However, it has still been less than twenty four hours, so it may yet pass." Draco nodded, knowing that the professor was likely right. "I have sent word to your mother," Snape added after a few seconds of silence between them, "I think it would be best if she was at least involved in the discussion about what we are to do with him."
Draco winced; despite his easy words about her likely ambivalence to losing her husband, he couldn't help but be slightly worried that in reality she would be less than impressed.
"I have not given her any details, as I did not wish to risk such information being intercepted, but she has agreed to come to Hogwarts to discuss an important matter, at her earliest convenience," the potions master informed him.
"Mother is coming here?" Draco asked, unable to keep himself from grinning widely at the idea that he would get to see her soon.
"It would seem so," Snape stated. "I am sure she will be very pleased to see you. I also imagine she will want some explanations from you; she is not a stupid woman, Draco, I have no doubt that she is aware that something has changed with you." Honestly he was rather amazed that the teenager had managed to hide his status as a submissive Erote for as long as he had.
Draco chuckled. "I imagine you are right," he conceded. "How do you think she will react to Harry?" he asked, looking up at the potions master, suddenly feeling a lot more anxious; he had no idea what happen if his mother couldn't accept his relationship with his mate.
"As reluctant as I am to ever compliment Mr Potter," Snape said with a sneer, "you do seem happy. I am sure that your mother will place a high value on that," he informed the teenager. He did not believe that Draco had anything to worry about.
"Thank you, Sir. I will let you get back to your... guest," Draco said, smirking at him with barely restrained laughter.
The potions master snorted in amusement before shaking his head and walking away; Draco was sure he heard Snape mumbled something that had sounded a lot like 'troublemaking children' as he went.

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Akari-Seikatsu - All the death eaters got away in my story, but everything else happened as is at the ministry. Also Dumbledore is being a bit slower in my story and has yet to locate the gaunt ring, I do have a whole load of plot around the horcruxes that we will get to. This is also why he hasn't brought Slughorn in to teach, Snape is still teaching potions and various Aurors are teaching DADA. Again this will all be explained more as we go on. Glad you are enjoying the story, and thank you for your thoughts :)
MeechyPoo64 - I am sure they will get around to testing out wall sex eventually, they have their whole lives, no great hurry ;) Yes, in general I think Snape is very amuse by them, but trying not to let his tough guy mask slip. Draco genuinely trusts Harry at this point, and is quite happy to let him be his hero.
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moodysavage, Hollibell, jujukitty, nari-chan, djaddict - glad you liked this scene as much as I loved writing it
Jan - LOTS of Narcissa in the next chapter
Eblack - Ginny definitely has some issues but there is a good person in there and at the moment Blaise just thinks she is hot ;)
Mya Malfoy - I am working on this story all the time at the moment, so you hopefully won't have to wait too long between updates. That you very much for all your high praise. Nope, Severus and Narcissa are very much just friends, Severus preferences are pretty strongly hinted at in the chapter.
Delia cerrano - I was tempted to put Hermione with someone other than Ron, but I just couldn't do it. As for Blaise and Ginny, I know it seems odd but I think with the story development I have in mind for her it will work.
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